This morning, Matt kicked me awake and I sat fighting my eyelids while he ate a bowl of cereal. Then we went to work, loaded into the back of a large pickup truck, and journeyed carefully to Sioux Falls to set up for market. We left Sioux Center at 4 40 AM.
None of you believe me. Matt doesn't either, I'm sure. But I swear we did. Market ran until one in the afternoon when late lunch shoppers dwindled down and the heat became just too harsh for the tomatoes and cucumbers.
Imagine how it went - I'm not going to write anymore tonight. There's an article on the Dalai Lama tonight and greeting in the morning. Thanks for poems on postcards, sporadic and lengthy voicemails, the people who took home twenty pounds of tomatoes and Elliott Smith.
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I'm sure you put in a lot of hours this week, with people gone. But the people of Sioux Falls, Sioux Center, etc. appreciate the food you brought them. I run the risk of sounding motherly, but I'm proud of you.
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